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12/28/20 03:08 PM #8736    

 

David Mitchell

Joe

Your poem brings back a memory as old as I can remember. The very first thing my dad taught me to memorize as a tiny kid was the first stanza of your poem. I never even knew where it came from.

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I think Jim cheated. He must have been using a "Perspective Correction Lens" - Ha!

But it brings up the thought, "On a Clear Day You Can See Forever!"

 

 

 

 

And Jim, thanks for the complimentary mention, but after all these stories, I guess I finally have to come clean and confess to you all that it was all fake. I made all this stuff up. I even bought the costume to pose in.

 

 

 

 


12/29/20 04:01 PM #8737    

 

James Hamilton, M. D.

The Story Behind The Picture (Post #8748)

I want to thank all those who gave me their interpretations of that photograph. They were all correct! (Remember, there are no wrong answers when giving your thoughts on what a landscape scene conveys to you.)

In Post # 1685 on 23 July 2017 I told part of this story and included one sunrise scene with it. But here is a little more background on some of the many images I made 6 days before that posting:

It is rare that the Pikes Peak Highway opens in the very early morning for us crazy photographers to drive up and photograph a sunrise. But that happened on 16 July 2017 and I was 12th in line when the toll gate opened at 0430 hours. Driving this serpentigenous road along a few sheer drop-offs in the dark was a bit challenging (but fun!). About 50 or so cars of intrepid, tripod bearing camera enthusiasts reached the summit and staked out prime spots to capture the sunrise, forecast to occur at 0544 that morning. The wind was unbelievably strong giving the ambient temperature of 34 degrees a chill factor in the low twenties. Fortunately, most of us were dressed like it was deep winter. We all had to keep a good grip on our tripoded DSLR's lest they blow off the edges of the rocks which were the best viewing areas for this spectacle. To avoid having people in our wider angle compositions we were quite spread out ("social distancing" before it was a household word).

The sunrise was right on time and the clicking of shutters being released could be heard even in the wind. It was a phenomenal show! The reds, oranges and purple hues reflected and refracted off the clouds set against a darkened blue sky along with an ocean-like appearance of thick wavy clouds thousands of feet below covering the entire southern part of Colorado Springs was, as is an overly used term today, awesome.

After I had taken about 70 shots the sun was high enough that the drama was waning. So I went around to a different area of the summit and captured a few "you can see forever" scenes looking northeast as the sun bathed the forests and some of the reservoirs on the slopes of Pikes Peak.

After that, I packed up and descended to about the 12,000 foot level where I spotted two resilient pine trees clinging to some boulders. These were perhaps the last of the trees to survive at timberline. They were like sentinels who were rewarded by a view of the sunrise each morning of their existence. That is the picture in Post #8748 above.

Dave B.

Your comment on a view of Nevada after California had fallen into the ocean was unique and something of which I had not considered! It may take eons or it could happen in one cataclysmic event. The cloud covering certainly does look like a roily ocean and others also saw that in this photo.

MM,

A beautiful interpretation of God in the glory of the universe and the promises of Christmas that you saw in this photograph. I am always amazed at God's palate in the world around us and I feel privileged to live in a time when photographic technology permits me to image His work so easily.

Mike McL.,

Anyone who has stood on a mountain and was lucky enough to experience a sunrise or sunset and the ocean or clouds below will probably never forget the moment. It brings to mind lines from two of my favorite songs: John Denver's Rocky Mountain High - "he climbed cathedral spires, he saw silver clouds below" and Judy Collins' Both Sides Now - "I've looked at clouds from both sides now, from up and down and still somehow, its cloud's illusions I recall...".

Joe McC.,

Serenity. Definitely! And that felling was all over me even at the semi-crowded top of the Peak.

Donna,

Hope. You read it just like I did. Each time I find myself in the wilderness or the mountains I get a renewed feeling for the world. That may sound corny, but there is just something about nature.

Frank,

Peaceful, restorative, calming and a sense of eternity. Yes x 4! I just wish I - and others - could get out there more often.

Larry,

Yet another great song that transports the mind. One that I had not considered.

Jack,

As I said above in Post #8757! But, you have a point. One would think if the horizon is distant enough the curvature of the world could be appreciated. That usually requires higher vantage points than the 14,115 feet at the top of Pikes Peak.

Mark,

Good technical comments! And, yes, all that goes through my mind as I compose a picture. What to leave in, what to leave out. The "rule of thirds". Where is the light and how to use it. What aperture to use - in this case I set a narrow aperture to use the flare and create a partial "sunstar". The sun was high enough by the time I got down to timberline that it was too big so I intentionally cut off part of it, otherwise it would have dominated the whole scene. At that altitude there were no large trees to "hide the sun" which is my favorite way to include sunstars.

Dave M.,

No fancy lenses! But I almost always use a circular polarizing filter which gives better definition to clouds and sky.

 

Happy New Year to everyone and may the world bring you happiness!

Jim

 


12/29/20 06:43 PM #8738    

 

Michael McLeod

Jim: Great interactive fun. Thanks.

Meanwhile I'm scheduled to get my covid vaccine shots - the Moderna version - next month. Sounds like a drive-in affair. It's at the massive convention center in Orlando's tourist zone. Our state has chosen getting the 65 and over crowd innoculated first. 


12/29/20 08:51 PM #8739    

 

James Hamilton, M. D.

Mike, 

Fantastic! I like the Moderna and Pfizer vaccines.

Drive in (hopefully not drive thru) ... I assume there will be a monitored area where you can wait for 30 minutes after the injection in case of the exceedingly rare incident of a serious adverse reaction. 

Jim 


12/29/20 09:29 PM #8740    

 

David Mitchell

Yes, Mike and Jim, and hopefully, not  "drive-by".

 

Jim,

Dad took us on a vacation in 1957 (or 58?) that was whirlwind multi-stop trip that began with a week at an old Dude Racnh outside of Colorado Springs - Pardise Ranch in Woodland Park. While there, we retned a car with another family and Dad and the other Dad drove some of us up to the top of Pkes Peak. I had never experinced anything like it and will never forget those tight winding curves with no railings. That trip and subsequent skiing trips to Vail (in it's early days) and Aspen left a hunger in me that could not be satiated until I located back to Denver. 

And since then, I have expereinced many trips across those high mountian passes (some in the Winter over Loveland, Berthoud, Vail, and Rabbit Ears passes and that I still remember).

And speaking of being above the clouds, I experrienced something in Telluride years ago (while Mary and I lived there for the sumer of '72) that is even more dramatic than that. We were up high on a steep 4-wheel drive outcropping several thousand feet above the town when a thunder storm hit and we actually watched the lightening strike below us!  Scared the livin' bejeesus out of us and we immediately headed back down.

 


12/29/20 10:48 PM #8741    

 

James Hamilton, M. D.

Dave (and everyone), 

Rule #1 for being in the mountains:

NEVER GET CAUGHT ABOVE TIMBERLINE DURING A THUNDERSTORM!

Those often occur in the afternoon during the summer and early fall. 

Jim 


12/29/20 11:10 PM #8742    

 

Joseph D. McCarthy

For a change of subject.  In this mornings Wall Street Journal there was an article about  ""Trash Gas" being harnessed for renewable energy."   By TRASH GAS they mean Methane gas that comes from rotting "Waste" type items including garbage and manure from farm animals.  In Missouri Smithfield Foods expects to produce / supply enough Methane gas to fuel about 10,000 homes through the gas being funneled to power plants.  

Now get your thinking hats out and put them on for a one question quiz.  And remeber your Chemistry class from Watterson.

When I was working in Pennsylvania an Engineering firm completely wrote off a $40 million investment.  They had made the invetment about four years before when they paid a few municipal landfills for the right to extract the Methane gas from those disposal sites.  They planned on using most of it in their business and selling the rest.  At one point they felt they were not attaining a high enough output from the "wells" in the landfills.  Being an engineering firm they quicklydetermined that if they pumped oxygen down into the "Fields" it would force the Methane out quicker.  

Have you figured out yet why they were writing off the costs, for business purposes not for tax purposes?

Methane is produced when little itty bitty microbes eat the "waste" and in return produce the gas.  Those poor little Microbes live in an oxygen free atmosphere, they CANNOT live in oxygen.  Ergo, the engineers KILLED the microbes off.  It was determined that it would be about five years for the oxygen to leave and new microbes started up the process.

Guess the engineers maybe went to school at someplace like Whetstone or North.  Just kidding.

Joe

 

 

 


12/29/20 11:29 PM #8743    

 

James Hamilton, M. D.

Joe, 

If just one of those engineers had taken a basic course in microbiology and learned about anaerobic bacteria... 

Jim 


12/31/20 01:36 AM #8744    

 

David Mitchell

Joe

This is so weird.

As to your waste to energy post - here is a strange tale - but true.

Years ago my dad met a new faculty friend who was a visiting professor at Ohio State from Engand by the name of Dr. Noel McCaulliffe - a brilliant (and hilariously funny) Chemical Engineering scientist. He began doing a visiting professor series for a semester or a quarter every year from his home universty in Manchester England - The University of Manchester Institute of Science and Technology - (U.M.I.S.T. as it is commonly refered to over there).

The freindship grew, and on ensuing visits Mom and Dad would have him stay with them at our house instead of paying for housing. (It was after my sisters and I were all gone and the house was "empty"). And before long Noel was bringing his wife to stay. And then Mom and Dad visited them and were escorted all over Central England and Wales.

Noel and a partner professor back home were working on a revolutionary technology to convert cellulosic waste (paper, plants, lumber waste, green yard waste and many other odd things) into oil. We listened to the "talk" for a few years and I decided to see if we could get inviolved and help fund the development of their unique "process". Dad agreed to get involved financially - up to a point. 

Dad paid for Noel and his fellow professor, from England, plus me and a best friend Lawyer from Denver, and Dad from Columbus to all fly to Auburn Universtiy for a weekend where we would witness a small "static batch" test of their process. (Auburn was the home of another of Noel's friends where he also did guest lectures at their Engineering school for several years. ) 

With Dad's funding, (the small autoclave itself cost $9,000) we witnessed the input and output of a small sample process - (a couple pounds of fine ground pulversized cellulosic waste material). Then the post process resulting material was given to another Auburn professor (another friend) to analyze the chemical "crack" (scientific breakdown of the oil product) that resulted.

The results were astounding!  

About 60+ percent percentage of oil with very a high BTU (British Thermal Units) value, with almost no sulpher, and a very clean inert waste that was excellent for asphalt production. A high powered patent attorney from a big tech patent Law firm in San Francisco read a copy of the Lab analysis results that I had sent him and he was almost speechless when we spoke on the phone - "If this does what these test results show, you're looking at the technological break through of the Century".

After that my dad paid for my friend Bob and I to fly to Gothenburg, Sweden for a 4 day world conference on "Bio- Energy" (about 1984?) to get us up to speed on what all was out there in this world of alterntive energy. We were two total illiterates in the field of science but did we ever get an education - an absolutely mind boggling (and exhuasting) four days of lectures and question-and-answer "workshops" that I will never forget. (and all going on in many languages, with scientists volunteering spontaneously from the audience to stand up and translate - back and forth - sometimes between 3 or 4 different languages on the same question.

This was timed to be immediately before Bob and I would fly back to London and drive a rental car up to Manchester to meet with Noel's entire team, including two fascinating guys who had been life-long top executives with British Oxygen (once the world largest corporation) in building a Nuclear plant in South Africa and the orient.

And then the whole thing began to unravel. After all this planning, and all of the money Dad had forked over, the meetings in Manchester went strange. It was suddenly "not possible" for us to be taken down to the basement of the univesrity building (at Salford University - a partner in the project with UMIST) to see the much larger "continous flow" model that they had been running for over a year -- or so they said?

That was the whole purpose of our trip!

After Bob and I returned home, Noel stopped answering his phone and made no more trips to the states to teach at Ohio State. He would not even answer Dad's letters. Dad was crushed. Not so much because of the money but that he'd lost his "other son". One of the other partners and I stayed in touch for years (and became good friends that I could stay with on my later Antique buying forays). He could only tell me that Noel had started drinking (again - we didn't know ther had been a "before") and had left his wife and three adorable kids, and moved in with a female student less than half his age.

He sent us an article in a British financial magazine a few years later where Noel had licensed the technology to a British bank to use on their returned canceled checks and paperwork. On a later trip for my antique business, that remaining good freind told me he heard a rumor that the Bank had mishandled the building of the processing plant and given up on the investment.  

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Some of you may know the details better than I, but I recall that the City of Columbus once (in the 70's?) paid the City of Munich Germany an enormous sum (like $500 million) to license a technology that woud convert the City's trash to a form of power furnace. But it was based on the separation of the incomming trash - metal, plastic, glass etc., and burn only the cellulosic part of the garbage - similar to our British friend's process.

(Fred, are you out there  ??????)

Munich had also inveted in a front-end "separation" system where the other particles (metal, glass, plastic, etc.) were removed before allowing the pure cellulosic stuff to get into the furnaces. Without that, the mixed garbage would catch on fire prematurely, melt the metal and plastic, clog the fan grates, and ruin the entire process - and the equipment. They could not convince Columbus to pay for that part of the process and Columbus attempted to use their own human system of separation - an inefficient method at best.

It's my understanding that the system quikcly produced fires and several major explosions - killing a couple of employees. The City (or the City Council?) voted to abandon the project and kissed off the hundreds of millions of cost. 

I can assure you this much - cellulosic plants and their derivatives are full of energy!

(Mike M. - do you think this might finally put me in the running for the most boring post award?)


12/31/20 11:00 AM #8745    

 

Michael McLeod

Dream on, Dave. That's a highly competitive category. You've seen me in action so you know what your punk ass is up against. 


12/31/20 01:39 PM #8746    

Timothy Lavelle

I sent a letter to the Whitehouse offering my services for free.

Based on some past experience...I managed a small moving company regional operation once. So I made it known I would pay my own way to DC and work free of any charge to assist in moving Big Or'nge out of a building so honored by others

Got my letter back stamped "Occupant No Longer Lives Here".

It's going to be a tough, and effing awesome 2021. Let's be strong for our kids and grandkids (I should be so lucky!).

I think the last really funny thing I read here was Jack's "Druze Jesus". Like Oliver...could I have some more please?

 


12/31/20 02:42 PM #8747    

 

David Mitchell

In addition to the moving van, I think you may need one of those little white paddy wagons too.


12/31/20 02:50 PM #8748    

 

Michael McLeod

Ok a little nostalgia column/ghost story for your enjoyment as we put the wailing Marley's ghost spirit of this year out of its misery and move on to 2021:

As a boy walking home from Immaculate Conception grade school back in the day, traveling east for a trek of about ten or 15 minutes depending on whether or not I got into a snowball fight or other assorted misadventures along the way, I passed by the church, the rectory, the convent, then Christine O Neill's house and Carla Johnson's house - had the hots for both of them, creepy little perv that I was - and the home of Doctor Hughes, whose obviously Catholic, rhythm-method family featured a full complement of, like, ten offspring or thereabouts. (correction: according to dave they topped out at 15)  Certainly enough to put together a decent touch-football game.

Just next to the Hughes house and just before getting home to dear old 580 E.N. Broadway, I passed a vacant, bedraggled, yet still-majestic Victorian style mansion that stood on the northwest corner of Broadway and Indianola. We called it the old grey house and it had been abandoned for years after an old man who lived there alone died and surely maintained a spectral presence there as befitting what certainly looked like the very picture of a haunted house, complete with a suitably spooky tower feature.  Bet he was pissed when my little sister Ellen threw a rock through one of his windows, as i was when, under questioning, she blamed it on me.  Not hardly. I wouldn't have had the nerve. Once I ran up on the front porch and knocked on the door in broad daylight but that was the extent of my bravado. I never mustered the gumption to go inside to explore. Some kids obviously did though, and as I understand it the house was pretty well vandalized by the time a fire broke out inside. It was subsequently torn down.

So here's the coolest part. The house may or may not have been haunted but we have a bona fide family story that was just brought to my attention, which is that in the heyday of that old house, my staunch Catholic grandmother, Olga Wittenmeyer, whose husband was an old-school general practioner with an office adjacent to the parlour of their mansion on Main Street near a Catholic church whose name I no longer clearly recall (St. Anne's?),  went to a SEANCE there!  This would have likely been in the 1920s, when it was a fad. Nice to think that Columbus town was hip to it. I'd love to be able to become a time travelling ghost myself and go back in time to see that scene. Great setting for it.

Now there is just a big boring office building on the site.

The reason all this comes up is that when my mother died years ago I inherited a stack of books, four of them, filled with "Columbus vignettes" -- a compilation of sketches and stories about old Columbus buildings written in the 1960s by a Dispatch columnist/artist name Bill Arter. I just ran across them while cleaning out my office and discovered, to my surprise, a story about the old grey house.

Arter wrote that it was built in 1890 when there was nothing anywhere near what is now the bustling Clintonville intersection of East North Broadway and Indianola -- well, nothing besides a single small railroad station and open country filled with maples and oaks and whatever critters ran free on that landscape before we paved paradise and put up a parking lot. He also wrote that its original owner was a law librarian and Christian Science practitioner. I'm thinking he was the dude who was into the seance thing.

There is still a house from roughly that same era about a block away on East North Broadway near the railroad tracks, on the south side of the street  just before the underpass. In my memory it is painted green but that may no longer be true. Once occupied by a family named Gulick, it looks much the same as it did when I was young, at least on the outside, but was converted decades ago into, sigh, another boring office building. 

And that's the last time you'll have to put up with me this year.

Happy New Year everybody.

 


12/31/20 07:25 PM #8749    

 

David Mitchell

Mike,

Purely in the interest of historical accuracy, I would offer this clarification to your post.

My first wife's Uncle Hank (and Aunt Rita) Hughes had 15 children in that house you used to walked by, and some of you will recall Janet, the second oldest was in your (our) Class - including her first two years at Watterson. 

Also noteworthy, Uncle Hank and his four brothers - Joe (My dad's best friend in Med School) - Tom (my father-in-law) - Bob (in St. Louis) - and Pat (in Port Clinton OH) were all 5 physicians. They had two sisters - among them one married to Dr. Doctor Bergman (a dentist), who also had two kids just ahead and behind us at your school (Margy adn John). I beleive my wife had 52 or 54 first cousins, including her own family of 13 kids.

They all had a great sense of humor. At my in-law's 50th wedding anniversary, Dr. Tom, (my wife's dad) kept going around the party with two good one liners;

One was asking party guests if they had "met his "first wife yet" ?

The other was telling people "after all these years, I just realized she was the one who was supposed to be taking that pill, not me!"  

My father-in-law wasn't just Catholic, he invented Catholicism, and he invented the Universtiy of Notre Dame, and the game of college football. He would tell you so himself. 

 


12/31/20 11:22 PM #8750    

 

Michael McLeod

Thanks Dave. I knew they were in double figures and ten stuck in my mind as a fair enough --and apparently far too conservative -- estimate. My salute to the Hughes clan and a chorus of "I Got Rhythm" for representing 50s era Catholic-family fecundity at its finest.

 


12/31/20 11:51 PM #8751    

 

Joseph D. McCarthy

Dave M I think you might find this item of interest.

In the afternoon of December 18th a single engine jet flew very, very slowly at a Very, Very, Very low altitude over The Santa Rosa Memoral Park in Santa Rosa, CA.  The rare suburban flyover and also the military honors on the ground saluted Dave Pinsky, who died at age 80.  He was Santa Rosa's deputy director of public utilities from 1987 until 2005, then chief of the Pacific Coast Air Museum, then a senior volunteer with the CHP (California Highway Patrol).  Before all that, Dave served a highflying and highly responsible career with the U.S. Air Force.  He piloted an astounding array of aircraft, including the "Dragon Lady" a jet similar to the one in the flyover.  One of his favorite assignments made him wing commander over aircraft at the Beale Air Force Base, a post with over 5,200 people.

What made the low and slow flyover so spectacular that it was done with one of the planes like heflew and commanded at Beale - A  U-2 Spy plane.  It came in real slow, then did kind of a high bank.  As it went up toward the sun, it disappeared from view.  

Pinsky flew U-2', SR-71's, and T-38 trainers.  The pilot of the U-2 had known and served under Colonel Pinsky.

A little aside for those not familiar with the U-2.  They fly a couple of times faster than the speed of sound, generally at around 70,000 feet annd up.

Joe

 

 


01/01/21 12:39 AM #8752    

 

David Mitchell

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

I wish I could welcome the new year in with glad tydings but I have sad news. 

My old friend Dugan (a widower with no kids) just lost his best freind. His dog died.

He was telling me that he called the rectory at St. Patrick's Church to ask his old friend Father Donovan if he could say some sort of memorial service for his dog. I guess Father Donovan got quite upset. He told Dugan "We don't do crazy stuff like that here in the Catholic Church". He told Dugan to try and call over at the Baptist Church down the street.

Dugan then asked Father Donovan if he thought $4,500 would be a reasonable contribution to the Baptist Church for the service?

"Jesus, Mary, and Joseph", replied Father Donavan, "ya didna tell me the dog was Catholic!"


01/01/21 06:30 PM #8753    

 

David Mitchell

 Geau (Allez) Buques!

  defeat les Tigres!


01/02/21 03:28 PM #8754    

 

David Mitchell

I'm sure the new year will reveal more evidence of the violent nature of the OLP Boiz

Researchers here in Bluffton have uncoverd video footage of some of the early training which contibuted to the violent ambitions of this group. You are about to witness a session of what the group's leaders referred to as their so called Special High Intensity Training.

 

Be very afraid!

 



 


01/02/21 06:07 PM #8755    

 

James Hamilton, M. D.

STEMPF

One of the very few good things about being pretty much home bound during this pandemic is that it allowed me a lot of time to peruse some of the thousands of digital photographs I have taken and stored on peripheral hard drives over the past 15 years or so. What is amazing to me is that I can remember each one that I made! Long term memory definitely is much better than short term at our age.crying

A few posts ago I asked for your comments on a sunrise shot from one of those past photo "safaries" and received some great responses. That got me thinking of repeating such a post. Several of the files I reviewed evoked in me certain Songs, Thoughts, Emotions, Memories, Poems and Feelings and that some of you might see things in them differently than I do.

One of the more dramatic moments that photographers like to capture is impending and resoving weather phenomena. There were many of those in my files. These two are both from different months in 2015 and, believe it or not, were taken with my cellphone.

Scan all areas of the photographs, look for various details as well as the totality and let me know what STEMPF's come to mind.

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Stay healthy,

Jim

 


01/02/21 07:26 PM #8756    

 

John Maxwell

I think this Buckeye win over Clemson in New Orleans is a harbinger for the beginning of a good year. I believe also it will let the spirit of Woody rest more peaceful. What say you, D'artagnan?
Frank, you may be on to something. I see a change in you. Could it be, a kinder gentler Frank???

I got a book for Christmas, I looked inside it and it's full of words. Lots and lots of words. No pictures, just words. Odd. Oh there were lots of numbers as well. Now I know what's in every book in every library in the world, lots and lots and lots of words and numbers. Amazing. Sure hope I have enough time to read them all. The question I have is, if I do read them all, will I become the smartest person in the whole world, or will I just stay as stupid as I am. Can't wait to find out. Talk later, cartoons are on.
Jack out.

01/03/21 10:48 AM #8757    

 

Julie Carpenter

Steve Polis' obituary appeared in this morning's Dispatch. It was a really, beautiful tribute to Steve. If I knew how to upload, I'd post it, but I don't. So instead, here's the website for the Dispatch:

                        Dispatch.com      (then click on Obituaries)

 

Happy New Year to All!


01/03/21 10:59 AM #8758    

 

Michael McLeod

Dave. Ouch. My eyes!


01/03/21 01:47 PM #8759    

 

Joseph D. McCarthy

 

 


01/03/21 02:30 PM #8760    

 

David Mitchell

Thanks Julie and Joe.

 

I would be curious to know what St. Anthony of Padua Marionite Church in Cincinnati is, and what his connection was - if anybody knows?

I assume it was the connection between his Lebanese ancestry and the fact that Lebonese Catholics are traditionaly Maronite.

He once told me about how much he enjoyed taking his mother on a trip back to Lebanon for a vist and how much she loved it. It was during a peaceful period - between conflicts - and Beirut was calm and cleaned up. I forget if she was born there, but I know she had not been there in many years.

I think part of Steve's nature was the joy he "received" in giving joy to others.  

 

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Another "vote" for married Catholic priests. Marionites are under the Roman Catholic Pontiff, yet they are permitted to have married priests. 


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